CHRISTmas
CHRIST,
the head of our church, the center of our religion, and the reason for the
season
Mas,
meaning "more" in Spanish
Christmas:
more Christ
Merry Christmas, everyone. And what
a merry Christmas it was. I had the privilege to spend my day centered on
Christ and family. Two of the greatest gifts in my life. I couldn't have
been merrier.
Christmas started out like any other
day, except with a little less motivation to exercise because our gifts from
our parents were waiting for us in our living room. We thought we could get
away with bench pressing our gifts as exercise, but decided that would be too
much temptation.
After waiting, the gift unwrapping
began. Wrapping paper was flying. We were pretty much buried in it. -You can
imagine with 4 sisters' gifts in a small apartment-. Just like Christmas at
home, we tried to take turns opening gifts, but that idea quickly dissolved
into a gift opening hay-day. It was hilariously wonderful.
Showers were quick.
By 8am we were out the door, back in
our PJ's, to celebrate Christmas with the zone.
Our zone leaders had planned a
Christmas breakfast cooked by the senior missionaries. It was so awesome. They
even remembered that I was gluten free and made gluten free crepes. We stuffed
ourselves silly with bacon, crepes, eggnog, and sausage before
revealing our "secret santa" gifts.
My secret santa played on my
nickname from the ward and got me a Barbie doll.
Afterwards, things got competitive
with a gingerbread house making contest. Naturally, being missionaries, things
took a spiritual twist. We cut out pictures of the Apostles and put them in our
windows and decorated the house as the temple. haha.
The morning activity came to a close
and we got back to work. Our day was filled. Our first, second, third and
fourth appointments were filled with food. More food than Thanksgiving. Even my
stretchy skirts got tight ;) haha But amidst it all, the spirit was felt,
laughs were shared, and memories we made.
Christmas on the mission is the
best. I've never felt the spirit stronger or had Christ so centered in my life.
It's the best way to start a new year. Thanksgiving makes us grateful. It
prepares us to be grateful for the most important gift that has been given to
us. It softens our hearts so that we can receive Him. Then, during Christmas,
we can enjoy of the gift of the Savior, feel the Spirit, and prepare ourselves
to make him part of our new year.
What a privilege it is to be His
representative. To have him written on my heart and my chest, and to know that
I am written on the palms of His hands.
I love my Savior and I love being
His missionary.
Hermana Childs